You know you poor when you eatin' breakfast food late. You fryin' toast? At nine o'clock at night? With bacon? You're broke.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I can't give a decent toast to save my life.
Suffice it to say, I'm not poor.
I don't think people understand that being poor means you have to work from dawn until dusk just to survive through the day. I think there's some notion that poor people lie about all day not doing anything.
Being poor sucks... It's hard to figure out the secrets of the universe when you're trying to figure out where you and your girlfriend are going to sleep next month.
When you're poor, you know nothing about the future, you know nothing about the world, nothing that goes on outside 300 yards around you.
The trouble with being poor is that it takes up all your time.
Growing up poor, I didn't even have a lunch to take to school. Lunch was 26 cents, and we didn't even know what 26 cents looked like. I didn't love school because I wanted to disguise that I was poorer than everybody else.
I'll always be poor in my mind.
I experienced firsthand what it means to be poor, what it means to go hungry, and that, I think, may be the reason, the root cause of why I'm able to work so hard, even these days.
When you have something for breakfast, you're not going to be starving by lunch.